I think of you quite often when I go to bed
The good the bad and ugly constantly fill my head
Your smell, your touch,your laughter
the way we starred into eachothers eye
Your yell ,your lies, your vulgarity
the way you made me cry
It doesn't make much sense that I could not let you go
The times that you did come back were nothing but a show
The bruises and the cuts you left should be enough to close my heart
But it's my irrational tendencies here that keep me torn apart
Why does a man so undeserving hold this place in my heart?
For he is just a boy ; no MAN would take advantage of that spot